Writer(s): comden/green/styne


Verse:

It's not that you're fairer
Than a lot of girls just as pleasin'
That i doff my hat
As a worshipper at your shrine
It's not that you're rarer
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

Chorus:

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby
You'd be all that i could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an august moon burning above
You'd be so nice
You'd be paradise, to come home to and love